A Not-So-Bloody Mess

My twelve-year-old son plays tackle football. And he gets banged around a lot. After each practice, he always has a new bruise to show me. Last night's practice was a little over the top. When I picked him up, he had some very real bloody scratches . . . and red stains all over his white Nike t-shirt.


"Oh my God, Bubba," I said when I saw him. "What happened to you? Are you okay?"


"I got hurt, again," he said.


"Hurt? From the looks of your shirt, you should be in the hospital! Is that blood?"


I made him pull up his shirt so I could see the extent of the damage. When he did, all I saw were a few scratches. Not enough to make all that "blood."


I narrowed my eyes. "That's not blood, is it?"


He grinned. "No. It's cupcake frosting. I dropped a cupcake on my shirt."


Oy!




And now for a special little surprise:  Recently, I performed for a concert at Dragoncon, in Atlanta. Here's a video where you can see me performing the song, Firefly, with a small group. I'm the violist on the far left.